I want to finish what I started. I wanna see it through, see you succeed. I wanna see you thrive and prosper but I got issues. You can’t give me what I need so the closer I stay to you the faster I burn. I crushed one the night prior to expressing I was yours. The guilt came quick, because I love quick. I love quick. I love way to quick. Pick up your phone. I turn into to Mr. Hyde when you leave me alone. A mirror can’t show me. What would you do for inspiration to live? What would you sacrifice?